When we were children, my parents had a mean tradition of making us eat breakfast on Christmas morning before we opened gifts. We were allowed our stocking and the one, unwrapped Santa gift before breakfast, but we had to wait until after we had eaten (or pretended to) for the rest. We also weren't allowed to leave our bedrooms in the morning until we were called.
I like the breakfast tradition, and we have carried it on. It was hard to wait, but I'm sure it was good for us. And as excited as we were, we usually managed to do at least partial justice to my mom's homemade cinnamon rolls.
This year, our Christmas breakfast menu has something for everyone in the family: scrambled eggs and sausage for Red Chief, pecan-caramel cinnamon rolls for me (made with this dough), and fresh-squeezed orange juice for Mr. Mordecai.
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